Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 79: what you’re looking at

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G6 ANGELINA; OR, Ah! you can form a very poor idea of what I have suffered since I have been the wife of that man. But it is no use repining, it was to be mv fate.” Here Bridget ceasec speaking for a few minutes, and seemed to be rumi- nating upon some subject that gave her great pain, bat ot length Angelina inter- rupted her by saying :— ** And did this place always belong to the Baron De Morton ?” “Ob, no,” answered Bridget, “ he purchased it some years since of the Marquis Delmaine, who, a very short time afterwards, was found murdered near this spot !”’ Angelina shuddered. *“* And how far is it from De Morton Castle ?”’ she inquired. ** Oh, dear Miss, it is many, many miles ;’” answered Bridget, “ for we were two days and a night upon the water when you were brought here, best part of which time you were insensible, and indeed I thought that you would never re- cover again.” **Good God! and am I then so far from my friends, so far from all hope of rescue 7” cried Angelina, wringing her hands. ‘* But tell me, I conjure you,” she continued, ‘‘ do you not know what is the baron’s design with me ?”’ ““Indeed I do not,*® answered Bridget, ‘ unless he is in love with you, and ad ‘¢Tmpossible,” interrupted Angelina, ‘has he not already got a wife 2?” *¢ And is it not possible too, Miss, that he may have a wife, and yet not be insensible to the charms of another ?”’ said Bridget, shrewdly. “ Ah! the baron has been a strange, wild gentleman in his time, or else report belies him, and they do say that if these walls could speak, they could tell sad stories.” ‘‘ Ah! speak, tell me, what do you mean?” asked the damsel, eagerly, as the occurrences of the previous night darted across ber mind. ; ‘“‘ Oh, do not be alarmed, Miss,’ replied Bridget, ‘‘ they only say of this tower as they do of a}l other old buildings, namely, that it is haunted: but for my part, I never believe in such foolish tales, and I’m sure no ghosts or noises have ever annoyed me since I have been here.” ‘¢Then it was not imagination,” gasped forth Angelina; °‘it was not a wild dream that alarmed me !” ‘Goodness me !”’ cried Bridget, with an expression of astonishment, ‘‘ what can you mean? Surely you have nat seen or heard anything ?” Angelina trembled and looked fearfully around her; and then related in as few words as possible what had occurred to her on the night before. ‘“S Well, Miss,” observed Bridget, when she had concluded, “if I had not heard a similar story before, I should imagine that you had only been labouring under some frightful delusion. But it is certainly very strange, to say the least of it, and makes one believe that the story of the poor young woman and her lover who were brought here, and never went out alive again, is not with- out foundation.” ** Of whom do you speak ?” ‘J do not know what they called her,” answered Bridget, “though they say she was a lovely young creature. But I am afraid of frightening you, or I would tell you all I know about it.” ‘© Oh, no, indeed you will not frighten me,” eagerly ejaculated Angelina, whose curiosily was excited in an extraordinary manner, “ pray let me hear it.”’ ae a. ow —_ cCoMmmicaooks (SO)